I was pissed.
I didn’t want snow days or vacations from school like this. I opened to front door and stared outside shocked. There was already about three inches of snow covering the roads and it had just started snowing. I stepped outside and felt the soft freshly fallen snow with my hands and smiled slightly. The kid in me wanted to run out and roll around in the snow, but the teenager on the outside decided agaisnt that idea.
Way too cold to do that in Pjs.
The snow continued to fall as the temperature dropped further and further below freezing. I knew there’d be no school the next day, I just didn’t choose to believe it. Plus I didn’t want to buy my friend a candy bar for the bet I have apparently lost.
The next morning my phone vibrated on the table next to my bed. It was my friend.
“I’d like a Twix Bar, see you tomorrow.”
I groaned and texted back, “fine…”
However, school was canceled the next day, and then the day after that, and now school is finally canceled Thurday too. The beginning stages of cabin fever is upon me. The roads are unsafe, and I’ve done all my homework. What else is there to do?
But order a pizza, because it’s their job to deliver during harsh conditions, since you know, you can’t leave your house.
The girl ran with determination through the crowded street like hallway. Her face gave away nothing as to lead anyone to understand where she was going, and what for. The crowds parted for her as she ran, and a few students shouted at her in an arrogant fashion.
When she finally stopped running she was in the principles office. Her heart was pounding and her breath was staggered. The principal looked up surprised and her parents turned around to look at her.
“What’s going on here?” she asked with as much breath as she could manage. Her eyes darted back and forth from her parents to her principle.
When no one replied, she became angry and shouted, “WHY ARE YOU HERE!?” Her hair long brown hair covered her face as she breathed in heavily from overexerting herself. When she didn’t get an answer from that she screamed and smashed all the awards and books off the shelf one row at a time.
Her parents sat in shock as they witnessed their daughter’s behavior for the first time. The principle, shocked as well, called in for one of the coaches. She was beginning to get out of control.
When she finally stopped was too scared to find out the answer to her question, so she ran. She kept running until she got outside and ran and ran until she was in the street and…
The track coach came running after her. He thought she got hit by a car when he saw her dart into the busy intersection, but when he reached over the hill blocking the road, she was gone.
“I’m sorry I can’t stay, my son’s in the hospital.”
This is what my teacher said to me as he frantically shoved papers and textbooks into his bag. I stood in his unorganized classroom and wondered if he even knew what he was putting in there. He picked up two more documents and then zipped up his bag.
“I’m sorry, how about tomorrow?” He had his keys in his hand now and was leading me towards the door.
I frowned and shook my head, “no, I can’t.”
“Okay, tell me everything real fast.” He set his stuff down on a nearby desk and looked at me.
I began to sweat under his gaze and nervously began to tell him about an art contest I was entering. I was due at the end of the week and I had written an original story, that I wanted him to proofread and get his opinion on.
All while stuttering and pausing in mid sentence a couple of times.
“Okay, give me your work and I’ll give it to you tomorrow.”
I smiled and handed him the two page short story. He gather up his things and headed outside to his car. I followed him and thanked him as his sped off breaking the speed limit.
I hope his son is okay.
Getting up at 5:50 AM was quite difficult.
The alarm would shout and scream, and I would scream right back. It woke me up, but by the time I smashed snooze, I would somehow be magically sleeping again. unfortunately the alarm would scream ten minutes later.
I sighed a lot that morning as I was preparing for the day ahead. With each task I completed I sighed feeling school approaching with each minute, and by the time I was finished, I stood by my bedroom door, book bag in hand and pen in mouth, sighed, and shut off the light. I pulled the door shut behind me and descended the stairs with dread.
It was loud and crowded.
Freshmen blocked the hallways, and girls screamed at each other and then hugged like they haven’t seen each other in years. I rolled my eyes and started shoving. I wanted to get from point A to point B, was that so much to ask?
From the amount of curse words, kissed teeth, and rolled eyes I got, yes, apparently. This was only the beginning though, I had the rest of the day, and three more full days after that to live through.
I can’t wait for Summer.
“Happy New Year!”
This is what every single text I got today looked like. I would squint at the bright glowing screen of my blackberry -that I hate- and read the same line five times from people I barely talk to.
I groaned and turned off my phone because it was around three o’clock in the morning. Just because some people partied and got into drunken brawls and make out sessions, doesn’t mean ALL of us do. In fact, I spent my new year at home watching thousands of people I don’t know stand in the middle of Time Square kissing each other and listen to musical artist I enjoy listening to.
What was my family doing you ask?
So when the new year came this year, I grabbed the sparkling wine out of the fridge, poured myself a glass as Dick Clarke counted down from twenty, and cheered to 2011.
I spent the rest of the night watching Ryan Seacrest. Which believe me, sarcasm alone cannot describe how awesome that is.